Fighter Poem by Abdul Wahab

payload is not matter
nor is matter the air frame
in the game the radar is the eye
before you die
you shoot the enemy
with the standoff missiles
here i with jam-mers
hide behind the line
you see me not with bare vision
i am of fifth generation and fully stealthy
colour is no matter either
nor is the length and width
materials sometimes do
so i made up myself
with complicated carbon complex
very light in weight
have me looked silky shinny
it does not mean i cannot fly
i hit and fly
i fly and hit
that is my secret achievement
that is my secret glorious feat.